The day you caught the train

The net curtains float lace patterns †
projected on magnolia,   †
thin sunlight warms our bed covers, †  
white cotton wrapped as loin cloth, † †
tight against smooth skin. † †
† †
The mornings bore runs busy in the street, † †
scaling walls to chatter at our window. † †
Your shape slides beneath my hand, †  
warmth cools as I sigh deeper  
and you check the alarm clock.  
† †
I save another wasted frame, †  
a rotting petal pressed between memories. † †
The bartender wants my glass, † †
no final drop to sip from you, † †
Your tongue has tripped, the lies let slip.  
† †
This day you will leave, and me; † †
packing for the journey I can't take. †  
A could never be, lovers embrace †  
belies the two who's eyes are fake, †  
something we buried in this place.
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